Shepard, clearly, is cut from the same cloth. Since the last Commander was killed in one such attempt and this one is a little too likely to act similarly, she's completely sympathetic to the idea. It's too much to bear to be expected to sit around and play it safe, passively waiting for answers, or enemies, to come their way.

"Thanks," she says with an appreciative nod before taking a few gulps of the water. A real drink wouldn't have hurt, for sure, but this is a nice change after all the fluid in her lungs.

"Maybe we can find some way to look into all this that doesn't just have us moving blind through the dark... uh, literally and figuratively."